Cooing and Wooing

By riverside are cooing

A pair of turtledoves.

A good young man is wooing,

A fair maiden he loves.

Water flows left and right

Of cresses here and there.

The youth yearns day and night

For the good maiden fair.

His yearning grows so strong,

He cannot fall asleep.

He tosses all night long,

So deep in love, so deep.

Now gather left and right

The cresses sweet and tender!

O lute, play music bright

For the bride sweet and slender!

Feast friends at left and right

With cresses cooked tender!

O bells and drums, delight

The bride so fair and slender!